Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #20—the long-forgotten smell
Disclaimer: Own Detective Conan, I do not. Own the characters, Gosho Aoyama does. Making money off them, I am not. Borrow and write about them, I merely do. Talk like Yoda, I must.
Summary: He could smell it, even now…
His mother wore lilac perfume.
He always noticed off things, even as a very young child. And for whatever reason, he noticed that scent, light and pleasant. Such a lovely aroma, so at odds with her sadness.
She probably didn’t think he noticed the way she looked at him, how she watched him as he moved and went about his activities. Her eyes carried such a weight to them. She thought him ignorant to the matter, but it wasn’t that he didn’t notice it…
He just didn’t care overly much.
She was just another person, albeit one who had given him life. He had been told that she carried him and gave birth to him, and so he acknowledged her in that respect as his mother. The only real feeling that stirred on occasion was resentment at the fact that she was supposed to have authority over him.
Still, she was kind. She patted him on the head and told him she loved him—mothers love their children, regardless of how sad their children might make them. It was one of a few things that he could not understand.
The day she died, there was no loss. He felt exactly what he had always felt towards the woman—precious little. He was rather curious, though, as to what exactly the accident had done to her to kill her. They buried her, and for him, that was that.
Years later, as he lay dying, pierced by an FBI bullet…he closed his eyes to take one final, shuddering breath.
And as he died, he smelled lilacs. And for the first and last time in so many years, he remembered his mother.
PS. The theme behind this one is “incapacity for love.” Thanks for reading, all! Much love!